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- In the beginning—and even before—chaos was all that existed. Out
- of it came demons—the living manifestations of chaos. Time had
- not yet been invented, so the demons fought each other continuously
- in a vortex of disorder over an immeasurable period.
- A state of raw chaos was intolerable to the universe, so a force
- arose to combat it—the power of law. From this pr inciple of abs tract
- order, a number of beings coalesced to combat the demons.
- These new deities of law suited themselves in gleaming armor
- made of pure stability and took up weapons forged of ideal
- thought. Then they waded into battle against the demons. After
- the battle had raged for uncounted eons, the law deities felt the
- need to track their progress. They created numbers, to record
- the enemies slain, and time, so they could see how long victory
- would take.
- Gradually, however, the deities of law began to suspect that the
- sup ply of demons was infi nite. Wear y of bat tle, they wished to move
- on to other projects, such as the creation of worlds and intelligent
- beings. So they made beautiful winged war riors to ser ve them and
- wield their divine magic, both in the endless war against the demons
- and in the worlds yet to be created. These beings, glorious in their
- diversity, were called angels.
- The bravest, toughest, fiercest, and most beautiful of the
- angels was Asmodeus. He slew more demons than any other
- of his kind—more even than any deity. But as the eons wore
- on, Asmodeus and the members of his magnificent and terrible
- company began to take on some of their enemies’ traits, so as to
- fight them more effectively. Gradually, their beauty turned to
- ugliness, and the deities and other angels began to fear them.
- Eventually, the inhabitants of the celestial realms petitioned
- the great gods to banish Asmodeus and the most fearsome of his
- aveng ing angels. So A smodeus was put on tr ial before Heironeous,
- the god of valor.
- The darkest of the angels responded readily to the charges, reading
- from the great tablets of law that he had helped to carve. “The fi rst
- duty of law is to destroy chaos,” he argued. “I have performed this
- duty better than any.”
- “You have made war, and made it well,” Heironeous agreed. “Yet
- you and your company have poisoned yourselves in the process. Can
- you not go elsewhere, lest we become contaminated too?”
- Asmodeus smiled, and the smoke of a thousand battlefields
- rose from his lips. “As Lord of Battle,” he pointed out, “you should
- know better than any that war is a dirty business. We have
- blackened ourselves so that you can remain golden. We have
- upheld the laws, not broken them. Therefore, you may not cast
- us out.”
- The gods huddled together to discuss what they had heard.
- Great was their consternation when they could fi nd no counters
- in their tablets of law to Asmodeus’s arguments. The dark angel
- knew the laws better than they did and could wield their clauses
- like a knife.
- With the passage of time, Asmodeus and his warband grew ever
- more alarming in aspect. Fangs jutted from their mouths, their
- tongues grew forked, and they wreathed their bodies in mantles of
- fi re. The deities built new citadels to escape them, but Asmodeus
- and his followers penetrated these as well. They sued the gods under
- their own laws, demanding full access to all the privileges accorded
- champions of order. The deities were distressed but could fi nd no
- lawful way to stop them.
- So the gods retreated to their great project—the creation of
- mortals, and of verdant worlds for those favored beings to live
- on. But when demons invaded these worlds, the warbands of
- Asmodeus were called upon to stop them. Although the voracious
- hos ts of the tanar ’r i were no easier to vanquish on the new worlds
- of the Material Plane than they had been on the battlegrounds
- of the Outer Planes, Asmodeus and his dark angels generally
- succeeded in driving them back. Together, the gods and angels
- created barriers on the Material Plane to keep the demons at
- bay. They erected walls, threw up ranges of mountains, covered
- portions of their worlds with icy wastes, and buried the entrances
- the demons had used under vast oceans. Thus were the newly
- created worlds, like Asmodeus and his lot, scarred and made ugly
- for the greater benefi t of law.
- Then the deities of order made a horrifying discovery. The mortals
- they had created—their pride and joy—immediately set to work
- tearing down these barriers. They scaled walls, climbed mountains,
- and traversed glaciers to let the demons back in. Upon returning
- to the Material Plane, the demons ran riot, destroying one earthly
- paradise after another.
- The deities were angry but also confused. “Why did my sweet
- halfl ings do this to me?” cried Yondalla, who had created them.
- “I invented mountains and set my clever dwarves as their pro-
- tectors!” thundered Moradin. “Why did they tunnel under them
- and into the demon crypts?”
- The gods wailed and lamented until Asmodeus came to them
- with the answer. “Your mortals are taking these actions because
- you gave them minds of their own.”
- “Of course we did!” said the deities. “Without free will, the choice
- to follow the law means nothing.”
- “Indeed,” replied Asmodeus, crushing a small insect that had
- crawled out of his neatly trimmed red beard. “They are curious
- creatures, these mortals, and the demons have promised them
- freedom. Soon they will learn that the liberty dangled before them
- is that of absolute anarchy, and that in a demon realm, they are f ree
- only to be destroyed. But by then, it will be too late for them. You
- might create more worlds and more mortals to people them, but I
- promise you, the same folly will recur eternally.”
- INTRODUCTION
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- INTRODUCTION
- When the gods realized the truth of the dark angel’s words, they
- were downcast. They rent their garments and wailed in despair.
- “I have the solution that eludes you,” said Asmodeus, “one that
- will allow your precious mortals to retain the free will you have so
- benefi cently given them. The problem is this,” he continued. “Your
- law is one of voluntary obedience. You command the mortals to
- abjure chaos, but what happens when they disobey you?”
- The deities had no answer. “We are their creators,” moaned
- Yondalla. “Of course they should heed us.”
- “Indeed they should,” replied Asmodeus, bowing gallantly to
- the fair Yondalla. “But they do not, because there can be no law
- without Punishment.”
- “Punishment?” muttered the host of deities and godlings. “What
- is this Punishment of which you speak?”
- Asmodeus pulled it from its sheath. At this time, Punishment
- was shaped like a mighty sword, though it has taken on many
- forms since then. “I have invented this item for you as the ultimate
- weapon of law. When laws are broken, the wrongdoers must be
- made to suffer as a warning to others. Thus, mortals can choose
- between the paradise of rightful action and the torment of wicked-
- ness. A few will suffer Punishment so that the majority can see the
- consequences of lawbreaking.”
- The gods were disquieted by this pronouncement, but as usual,
- they could fi nd no fl aws in their champion’s logic. How could mortals
- be expected to choose virtue if evil went unpunished?
- At last, one of the godlings stepped forward and said, “Yes, retribu-
- tion is the basis of all law.” These words transformed him on the
- spot into the greater deity now known as St. Cuthbert.
- On that day, the deities began to see that law and chaos were not
- the only principles in the universe. Good and evil were natural forces
- in the cosmos as well. So the gods separated themselves from one
- other on that basis. Deities such as Hecate and Set offered patronage
- to Asmodeus’s poisoned angels, while Heironeous and some of the
- others drew back from them still more.
- So the deities handed down their new laws and sent their clerics
- through mortal lands to announce that the punishment for sin
- would be torment. The gods were pleased with the arrangement.
- They truly thought that everyone would obey and that no one would
- actually be punished.
- But as mortals died, some souls trickled into the celestial planes
- who bore the stink of transgression. Asmodeus, aided by Dispater,
- Mephistopheles, and others of his dark brigade, set about their
- lawful punishment. They fl ayed these sinners, and burned them,
- and placed them on racks.
- The shrieks of the damned reverberated throughout the heavens,
- and the fl owers in the gods’ idyllic gardens dripped with blood. The
- deities of law tried to shut their ears, but they could not abide the
- horror. So they put Asmodeus in chains and again charged him
- with high crimes against them.
- “I have merely done what I said I would, under the laws you
- drafted,” said Asmodeus. Again, the gods had to admit he was
- right.
- “But I have a proposal for you,” the grim champion continued.
- “You wish to see the law upheld, but you do not care to witness its
- ranker consequences. So to preserve your delicate sensibilities, my
- followers and I will take our project elsewhere. We will build a
- perfect Hell for you. You will gain from its existence but need never
- lay eyes upon it. We shall put it . . . there.” And he pointed to an
- empty land, which is now called Baator.
- “Yes, yes!” said all the deities. “You must move your Hell there,
- forthwith!”
- “Nothing would please me more,” said Asmodeus. He extended
- his hand, and a ruby rod of power appeared in it. “But fi rst, we must
- make a pact.”
- “A pact?” asked Moradin suspiciously.
- “Yes, indeed,” said Asmodeus, producing a document with a wave
- of his hand. “It is to your benefi t to ensure that we, who labor for
- you in a place you will not venture, continue to carry out your will.
- This agreement specifi es the fate of damned souls. In exchange, it
- allows us to draw magic from these souls, so we can fuel our spells
- and maintain our powers.”
- “I’m not sure I like the sound of that,” said the fl inty Moradin.
- “Your concerns are entirely understandable, O Maker of Dwarves,”
- said Asmodeus in his most reassuring tone. “But since we will be
- separated f rom you, we will not be able to draw our powers f rom you,
- as we always have. You would not wish to make us gods independent
- of yourselves, would you?”
- “Assuredly not!” huffed Moradin, appalled at the thought.
- “So ins tead, take this lesser measure, and simply sig n this pact,”
- he said with a smile. Thus, the law deities signed the agreement
- that determined the boundaries of Hell and the rules for the
- transmission of wick ed souls. Today, mor tals know this document
- as the Pact Primeval.
- Once it was signed, Asmodeus, Mephistopheles, and Dispater
- decamped to Baator, which was then a bleak and featureless
- plain. With them went a host of other dark angels that called
- themselves erinyes.
- “What have you gotten us into?” Mephistopheles moaned.
- “This place has nothing!” Dispater complained.
- “Just wait,” said Asmodeus. Then he explained his plan.
- The deities of virtuous law reveled in their newly purifi ed celestial
- domains, now free of the cruel angels’ degradation for the fi rst time.
- It was not for many years, in mor tal ter ms, that they discovered an
- alarming drop in the number of souls being transmitted to their
- various heavens. Upon conferring with their clergy, they realized
- that devils were corrupting mortals and ensuring their damnation
- by turning them toward evil.
- The deities formed a delegation, which set off immediately for
- Baator. To their surprise, the once-featureless plain had been trans-
- formed into nine tiers of monstrous horror and torment. Within
- its confi nes, they found countless souls writhing in pain. They saw
- these souls transformed, fi rst into crawling, mindless monsters, and
- eventually into an army of powerful devils.
- “What goes on here?” Heironeous demanded.
- “You have granted us the power to harvest souls,” replied Asmo-
- deus. “To build our Hell and gird our might for the task set before
- us, we naturally had to fi nd ways to improve our yield.”
- The war deity drew forth his longsword of crackling lightning.
- “It is your job to punish transgressions, not to encourage them!”
- he cried.
- Asmodeus smiled, and a venomous moth fl ew out from between
- his sharpened teeth. “Read the fi ne print,” he replied.
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